4th Floor Common Room [Sunday, Around Midday]

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For once, Angela wasn't doing her usual 'up bright and early' thing. Weekend laziness was almost necessary, wasn't it? Even if she had felt like it, she was pretty sure Hannibal would've protested when she started getting up and moving around much earlier

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[futuresmuggler]

Mirax had woken up with enough of a headache RP imitating life, la! that she was on the hunt for food, or aspirin, or a healer, or something, and therefore a trip to the common room was in order.

She took one look at what was on TV and said, "That kinda day, huh?"

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"I don't want to have to think yet," Angela answered, nodding. "I'm hoping to work up to tacky soaps in about an hour."

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"Tacky soaps? I don't think I've ever seen one of those," she said thoughtfully, starting to rummage through cabinets in case there was any blessed Advil inside.

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"Oh, you are missing out," Angela told her easily, snagging her waffle out of the toaster. "Cheesy dramatic storylines, awful acting... They're way more fun than I'm making them sound."